Call Me Jack

By Jane Mesmeri

“To you, who reads this, be warned. Within this volume is imprisoned a demon most insidious. A creature of seduction and sin, not burdened by conscience or morality. Read no further, let it rest here for eternity.”

Miriam Constable scoffs at this warning, but quickly finds herself swept up by the stories inside the tome. Reality and fantasy blur as the book's hold on her grows. Will she be able to tear herself away, or will Miriam unleash the demon?

This 11,000 words story of temptation and desperate need is for adults only!

Excerpt:
The girl was softly singing as she washed some clothes, including her own. This left Rachelle clothed only in her undergarments. 'Lousy introduction, but the writer really knows how to describe something. I can see the girl, picture how she bends over to expose milky white thighs.'

Miriam's breathing deepened as she read further, imagining the pleasure demon stalking Rachelle. Slinking up to her until he could mold his immaterial form to the unsuspecting girl. She could hear how he whispered hot urgings to her, his ghostly hands reaching deep inside to stir the embers of her desire.

'Thick arousal began to course through her. Rachelle didn't know where this was coming from, why it was happening now. She straightened her back as she pulled the wet article of clothing out of the stream. She stopped rubbing it so she could begin rubbing her thighs together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane Mesmeri
• Release date: Jan 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310197895

Jane Mesmeri

I have been writing erotic stories for years and now look forward to sharing them with a bigger audience. My stories mostly contain an element of the fantastical, they're about situations that can't happen in the real world. Because there is something very exciting about stretching your imagination.

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Call Me Jack

Jane Mesmeri

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are either the product of the author's imagination, or used in a fictitious matter. Any resemblance to persons, alive or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years or older.

Copyright 2014 Jane Mesmeri

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Chapter 1

Item 125 is an unadorned chest made of oak with a cast-iron lock. It's 126 centimeters long, 70 centimeters wide, and 60 centimeters high. Miriam shut off the recorder before letting out a sigh. She was cataloging the contents of a library, part of some disputed estate. All of it was going to be sold, but first it had to be determined what exactly was being sold.

Which was where Miriam Constable came in. Well, her and Janice Guerrada who was in the office opposite of her own. Both would have to go through half of the books in the library, but they'd had a little contest on who could do the contents of the chest that was now sitting in her office. Obviously, Miriam had won it.

The reason they both wanted to do this part of the job was the story behind the collection. It had a rather large occult section and the books in the chest were supposed to be too dangerous to be kept where anybody could get to them.

'A silly superstition,' Miriam reflected. 'And Janice just thinks its a cover for racy material.' Miriam shook her head. Not only because her friend's one-track mind but also because the conclusion was so obviously wrong. She had found a few risqué books already so it wasn't like the collectors were shy. It did leave the question of what was in those books unanswered.

'But not for long,' Miriam thought as an eager smile pulled at her lips. Her gloved hands turned the key. She needed both because the lock was stiff, only giving way reluctantly. With a groaning click the chest relented at last and Miriam lifted the lid carefully to peer inside.

She was met by the familiar smell of musty old books laced with a hint of ancient timber underneath it. Miriam was disappointed to find so few books inside, ten in all. She blinked as it registered just how shallow the chest was and her smile returned when a hunch came to her.

A careful study of the bottom revealed that it was made out of several planks. Instead of starting with the books she had already found, she gently piled the few books that were lying on the right up on the ones on the left to clear that half of the chest.

Her hand traced the seam in the middle as Miriam considered how to open it. When her hand had traversed half of the width of the chest she felt something and on instinct she pressed down and to the right. With